Than again it the same bloody life…! One day you think you got it all, but the next 100 days will make you go “Think again mate, your worst nightmare is here…”
And here i am holding lots of upsetting thoughts, sometimes i burst and make it look like i flipped out, but in reality i am screaming inside every second, hoping, thinking, praying to get thing right in life.
Lot of people turn up for help when they need it, do i really have someone to turn to, to help my mind falling down the infinite drop hole…! Sometimes it feels to just kill my self, believe i would just fucking do it if i could. 
After my beloved pet “LULU” died, i thought i could get another pet and thing might stop becoming worst. Trust me you don’t wanna loose your pet (with whom you share a really great bond) when you are going through the toughest phrase of your life (This is where i got dumped off my ass!). Still sometimes her thoughts cross my mind, don’t know why but i ll never be able to completely forget this one!
And on top of it loosing a pet for whom you really care is just a pin prick straight through your heart. The rabbits i have now are just completely ignoring me, staying away from me.
Some times i really feel have i really got this low? Oh man! Have i really rotted up this much! That my fucking life is a joke now!
You know, there are a few moments in life when you just realize that even after having 80+ friends on Facebook, you really don’t have anyone to turn to in your saddest time. Keeping on searching your Phone Book all the time, that is there anybody you can call just to share things in confidence. and you keep searching and searching and searching…. but then your phone book runs out….
Yeah this is this is what is exactly happening for while now! And there is nothing much which can be done about it. Listening music all the time trying to dissolve the restlessness i have inside, but than you realize that the track running on your music player is fucking too relevant to your sickening story of this pathetic life.
And here i am writing a blog, that there is someone reading this thinking “What a fucking looser (Gosh, this word reminds me something), must be a real social reject!”
I sometimes feel like crying, like right now when i am writing this blog, and a feeling of a vacuum is just eating me alive that i am just falling down a never ending hole, and there is no hope.
Some times even i think, why the fuck am i blogging this or what the hell am i doing? but than i realize this one big truth, if i don’t have a partner to share things with or just lit my mind run free…! and no body is there listening to me or i am just hurt inside, i can just write my feelings out here.
I am just too fucking sick of this life now, sometimes i just feel like killing my self and relieving this world from me and my sickening life!





